C1088 Election in Progress

"En!"

Sa-yoon whispered.

The host's consolation made Sa-yoon's stiff body relax. She looked at Lee Meng with an incredibly gentle gaze.

At some point, that small hand had grabbed Lee Meng's wrist. That small face was rubbing against Lee Meng's hand like a kitten that was being caressed by its master.

Lee Meng's words were not only directed at Sa-yoon, but also at the girls in the car